Friends In Crawl Spaces (ballad Of Jeffery Dahmer)

I made quite a splash, I hacked and I slashed My way to the top of Page One The cops even checked but they didn't suspect I was carving up fellers for fun Yes, I never thought I'd finally get caught I hope that they all rest in peace 'Cause I'm locked away, what more can I say 'Cept what I told the police Chorus: Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces I've got arms and legs and a few faces Stashed all around in different parts of town Well I met 'em in bars on a friendly basis Now I got 'em in jars and flower vases Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces Instrumental I know I was wrong, I just don't belong I guess you've heard that one before But the guys they all dig me, I'm like Eleanor Rigby There's a face in a jar by my door I must be insane, got an abnormal brain What else could I do to get laid The guys that I date met a terrible fate They ended up lightly sautéed Chorus 2: Aw, I've got friends in crawl spaces Every shape and size and all races All blood and guts, man, I must be nuts Well, I got one that'll really kill ya I'm the poster child for necrophilia I've got friends in crawl spaces (Aw, We're really cooking now) Well, I've got friends in crawl spaces I'm the queer that made Milwaukee famous Oh, I've got friends in crawl spaces